I Was One amongst Many
Multiples of Ten Perhaps!
Would be a Good Number
Aspirations had Wings of Skylarks
There was surge in hidden hydrosis
Encouraged by the claps of the thunder
The dark clouds overhead
None could deny of more showers
But too much of courtesy somehow
Could predict the fact that
The face of the sun was darkened by
A fish in the Drawer
©Sachi-9th Sept.2020
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